The Ninth

Overview: The mind of the creator of Sword Art was uploaded into the cloud of japan where he eventually was overwhelmed spreading his creativity and information forming a world inside the deepest part of Alfhiem. Spreading his idea of society into 9 factions in constant war with a game concept around it. This is about the Ninth.

Birth wasn't really clear for as long as I remember I've been the exact same. Same age, same height, same name, same field. My family was always poor, a little farming cottage with not a lot of land, but somehow we survived. We are a part of the Ninth, the poorest of all of the factions. Each number represents its standing in the worlds economy, i always wondered what it was liked to be a part of first, but momma always said to never think about others and worry about myself and the things that we had were good enough.

The Factions are always in a constant war taking place outside of the land designated for each faction, the first was given the most, and always had the best soldiers, we at ninth always had the worst because as a faction we didn't have the money to fund the teachings great soldiers needed, even though, I've always wanted to fight "Kizo, the Legend of Ninth" always sounded great to me. My uncle fought against the other factions in The Yearly War 40 years ago, and i remember him telling me stories of the brave things he did to just survive.

"The three will fall from the mind of a pure hearted hero, he will rise as a kid but will remembered as "A Legend of Ninth" he would always say that to me and ill never forget it.

"Because of this Prophecy," he said "they will always be scared of us, but never have pity." and i never understood what that exactly meant until i left the farm to go enroll in he soldier regiment.

I packed a single bag with all of the items i owned, it was then that the farm was the most beautiful. the sun hit the horizon barely risen above it, and the moist, dense, hot air brushed across my face. I thought at this moment i was at peace, and each step i took away from the little farming cottage i felt further away from the life i had there and closer to the one i wanted to make for myself. The dirt road from the house was familiar one, espicially since for as long as i can i remember i had to run down it to fetch the supply truck that moves through each faction to deliver the things we needed at a monthly basis. but he rarely liked to stop deliberately at Ninth, people believe its because hes from first, i just think he didnt want to stop when he was almost done.

i reached into the pocket of permanently stained jeans and read the directions to the Barracks of the Nine. Minutes turn to hours before i make it there.

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